Part 139 (1/2)

NATHAN.

Your mother was a Stauffen: and her brother (The uncle to whose care you were consigned, When, by the rigour of the climate chased, Your parents quitted Germany, to seek This land once more) was Conrad. He, perhaps, Adopted you as his own son and heir.

Is it long since you travelled hither with him?

Does he still live?

TEMPLAR.

What shall I answer him?

He speaks the truth. Nathan, 'tis so indeed; But he himself is dead. I journeyed here, With the last troops of knights, to reinforce Our order. But inform me how this tale Concerns your Recha's brother.

NATHAN.

Well, your father----

TEMPLAR.

What! did you know him too?

NATHAN.

He was my friend.

TEMPLAR.

Your friend! Oh, Nathan, is it possible?

NATHAN.

Oluf of Filneck did he style himself; But he was not a German.

TEMPLAR.

You know that?

NATHAN.

He had espoused a German, and he lived For some, time with your mother there.

TEMPLAR.

No more Of this, I beg. But what of Recha's brother?

NATHAN.

It is yourself.

TEMPLAR.

What, I? am I her brother?

RECHA.